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As He Qing joyfully entered the kitchen, Zhao Yang took a moment to carefully examine his parents' room. Since arriving in this world three years ago, he had spent all his time either cultivating or accompanying his master, and he had never actually stepped into his parents' room to take a look. He gazed at every corner of the room, noticing his younger sister sleeping soundly on the small bed. It reminded him of a time in another world when he also had siblings, though he had never kept in touch with them, and familial bonds had felt quite distant. He had some friends in that world who were powerless against fate, but since coming here, he hadn't made a single friend.
“Father, there's something I want to tell you,” Zhao Yang broke the silence in the room.
Zhao Tianlang sighed and said, “You want to leave home, don’t you?”
Zhao Yang nodded, his resolve firm.
“When are you planning to go?” Zhao Tianlang asked.
“Tonight. I plan to head out tonight and explore the Cultivation world,” Zhao Yang replied, feeling a twinge of sadness within.
“Hmm, a man’s ambition lies beyond the four corners. Zhao County is a small place; it can't hold you back. You should go out and see the world. Aren't you going to tell your mother?”
“I’m afraid it will upset her. If she tries to convince me to stay, I might not have the heart to leave.”
Zhao Tianlang nodded and patted Zhao Yang on the shoulder without saying anything more.
Sometimes, between men, a single gesture can convey everything.
At four in the morning, when Zhao Yang left quietly without disturbing anyone, he walked under the moonlight and recalled countless lonely nights during high school and university. On those nights when the moonlight was like water or when snow fell heavily, he would walk proudly along the road, self-deprecatingly telling himself that at that moment, the whole world belonged to him.
“Son.” A familiar voice called out as a tall figure stood at the intersection ahead.
“Father? How did you get here? Have you been waiting for me all night?”
Zhao Tianlang smiled broadly and said, “I just arrived too. Why are you leaving without bringing any change of clothes? Your mother guessed you were going when she saw you eating noodles last night. She stayed up all night sewing you a pair of shoes. You’ll need sturdy footwear for your travels; these are made of cowhide to prevent wear and tear. There’s also some jerky in the package. Your mother knows you like sweet and spicy flavors, so she added sugar and chili when she cured the meat.”
Zhao Yang's eyes turned red as he listened, his jaw quivering slightly. He couldn’t help but remember how no one had ever cared for him like this in his previous life—how he had never been held so tenderly or cherished so deeply.
“Father, you and Mother are so good to me.”
Zhao Tianlang ruffled Zhao Yang's hair and chuckled, “Silly boy, if your parents don’t treat you well, who will? We’re family.”
Zhao Yang nodded, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Father, I suddenly remembered something about my sister."
"What happened to Yuer?"
"Father, do you remember that Master asked me to bring my sister over before he left yesterday? I have a feeling that he might have taught her some kind of Cultivation Method or given her something. So, if one day she behaves strangely or wants to leave, please don't be sad. If she steps into the Cultivation world, I will definitely protect her."
"Ah, Yuer has been sleeping since she returned yesterday. I tried waking her up twice, but she said she wasn't hungry and asked us not to disturb her. So that's the reason. Well, now that I know Yuer is fine, I can relax. Son, there's something I've been hesitant to ask."
"Father, feel free to ask anything. Didn't we say we're family?"
"I want to know if you were involved in the Twenty-Eight Family Massacre in Qinghe Town three years ago."
Zhao Yang calmly nodded.
Zhao Tianlang sighed. "When I first heard people say that the massacre was related to you, I didn't believe it. But then I heard you mention having a master and saw you kill those two bandits in front of everyone. That's when I started to believe it was you. My child, while you've protected us this way, your heart is too heavy with killing intent. You take lives so easily; how will you ever have true friends in the future?"
"Father, I know my limits. You can rest assured that I will study various Cultivation knowledge properly in the Cultivation world from now on. I won't fight or curse; I'll be a good youth who doesn't bully others!"
"You’re just talking nonsense again, you silly child. It's already dawn; you should hurry on your way. I won't see you off." With that, Zhao Tianlang turned to leave. "Remember, Zhao Yang, you're a man. Your father may not have accomplished much in life or become a great hero, but I've lived without regrets! If you ever feel overwhelmed out there, come home. Your mother and I will always support you."
As dawn broke and the morning light began to shine, Zhao Yang shouldered his bag and stepped forward.
He had no idea what opportunities and dangers awaited him ahead, but neither did the cultivators in the Cultivation world know what kind of demon king was about to emerge.
Half a month later, Zhao Yang finally left Zhao County and Dongling County and arrived at Yuwang City, one of the Three Thousand King Cities in Zhongzhou. It was rumored that Yuwang City was founded by King Yu, a powerful cultivator during ancient times who had reached the Great Ascension stage. Although it was called a city, its jurisdiction spanned thousands of miles; Zhao County was within its domain but was hundreds of times smaller than Yuwang City—equivalent to a small nation in the previous world.
Now weary from travel, Zhao Yang arrived at the city gate of Yuwang City. Passersby looked at his dirty appearance and waved their hands in front of their noses in disgust. Zhao Yang chuckled lightly and paid them no mind as he noticed the guards at the gate checking everyone entering and exiting the city. He wasn't in a hurry and decided to sit under a large tree by the moat.
At that moment, people gathered at the city gate looked up with gasps of astonishment, calling out about immortals; some even knelt down and bowed their heads. Following their gaze, Zhao Yang saw a strange-looking giant sword high in the sky filled with people—mostly teenagers around sixteen or seventeen years old—with an elderly man leading them. His hair and beard were white as snow, exuding an ethereal presence while the youths behind him stood quietly without daring to speak. A slightly chubby boy standing on the sword's hilt waved excitedly at the crowd below.
With that wave, the people below immediately responded by waving back enthusiastically.
"Look, the immortal just greeted me! Did you see that? The immortal just greeted me!"
"It was clearly me they were greeting. Stop being so vain!"
"What are you talking about? With your looks, why would the immortal even bother to look at you?"
...
Amidst the noisy bickering of the crowd, Zhao Yang quietly listened without paying them any mind. For the past half month, he had endured hardships and saved every bit he could to arrive here, all in search of a Cultivation Sect or any way to step into the world of Cultivation. The cultivators who had just flown by were likely from a sect of similar stature, but without any acquaintances to introduce him or knowledge of the rules for joining a sect, he needed to gather information before planning his next steps. There was no rush, so he took out the last pack of Beef Jerky his mother had made for him and began to eat it with relish.
"Hey, have you heard? The ten-year event where immortals descend to recruit disciples has begun! In a few days, we’ll see a bunch of immortals flying through the sky," a scruffy-looking vendor said to another more reserved vendor.
"That's not what it is. According to Li Shopkeeper, it's just that various sects in the Cultivation world are recruiting disciples widely. Anyone with a Spiritual Root capable of cultivating Qi can sign up in the city."
"Oh, I see! I wonder if I have a Spiritual Root. If one day I could fly like an immortal, how carefree and happy that would be!"
The more refined vendor shot him a disdainful glance and said, "You? You might as well forget it. Li Shopkeeper said that Spiritual Roots usually appear in secular Cultivation families or among those whose ancestors practiced real cultivation. It's rare for ordinary people to possess a Spiritual Root. Even if they do, it’s unlikely to be a good one. Spiritual Roots come in different qualities, just like people are ranked from high to low. But the world of Cultivation is much harsher than ours. We rely on hard work and business to make a living; if conflicts arise, we just fight it out—at most, someone gets hurt but no one takes names. However, those in the Cultivation world rely on their ability to kill; the strongest becomes the leader. Even minor disputes can lead to fatal consequences; I've heard they can even erase souls so they can't be reincarnated!"
"What? Isn't that worse than thugs and robbers?" The scruffy vendor looked shocked.
"That's why I say we should just work honestly for our food and drink, save some money over the years, and then marry a beautiful wife and have kids. That’s true happiness!"
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